Once again, no words to describe the beauty of this poem. Loved it. Keep on penning

Fascinating write. Loved the imagery you wove into this, especially the creatures scratching at the windows, perhaps your soul they were seeking? How the love of this person gave you strength to face your demons. Gave you a voice again?

It is very poetical. Your words could break the forms and connect only through imagination ( figuratively speaking, for poetry could never get free from words; music yes, already almost did, but word?? is impossible!! The moment that poem free itself from words, it is not poetry anymore, it is sorcery).
I also found this piece very in-touched with feminine side ( in my humble opinion). If I did not know the writer I would have assumed it was a woman who wrote this. This is a great achievement in my eyes too because only a pure soul, a very versatile poet, could walk across the gender limitations.

Congrats on your win

Congrats on another win, knocking them out of the park on your return.
I originally joined the site pretty much the day you left, your name was like folklore. Top of the praised comments and your name uttered on the forums. (which back then was a scary place)
Glad to see you back and see the legend behind the myth.

It's fascinating how in the second half of the poem, the direction is changed, the tone moves to determined, and I feel a rush of hope. Like you are putting yourself out there among your fears, among what your mind tries to convince you is real. The ending lines actually made me think of agoraphobia. Surrendering to one's body could also be representing anxiety and how our thoughts can try to persuade us we are too weak, that the world is too cruel, that these foul creatures exist. Such strong imagery that portrays the complexity of trying to conquer this fear, of recognizing there is more than the darkness of fear, in knowing there are others who can enliven your spirit. My only qualm was with the line "for an age wolves howl", I couldn't figure out if that should be "an aged wolf"? The "for an age" just sounded awkward aloud but then again it could very obviously be me not understanding lol.

Anyway, congrats on the win :)

This is beautiful. I love the message you're portraying in this piece. This piece reminds me of when hopelessness and fear has swallowed me in the past and has taken over every rational thought I had. Then in the end a glimpse of hope shining through in a time you thought it was impossible.

Judge's Comment:

Most of The Prince’s poems appear to be very-much-so open for interpretation; to me, this poem is about someone who doesn’t want to let another person in. To our protagonist, possible lovers end up being “some kind of foul creatures [… at …] the window panes.” He uses wonderful imagery and meticulously perfect word choices to guide us through a dark, gothic setting. Of course, the ending is open to interpretation; although the last couplet highlights that “no creatures were there at all.”, one must also keep in mind that it’s just a possibility upon opening the door. What actually lay outside, neither we nor the protagonist know at this point, but that open ending ends up being both heartwarming and, at the same time, leaving the reader craving for more. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this multiple times.

-Stephen